Lunch & Dinner are made just for me and I’m even supposed to take my bite before you do (ask your Talmud scholars), you make sure the water is just right and even pick up my “left overs” yet for some reason you still think you’re in charge. You might put me on a leach but who really is telling when they want to go for a walk and more importantly where they want to go? Deny me this trail and you’ll pay with many a remain which I’ll deliver but won’t pick up. I’ve even seen some of my fellow comrades walking with beautiful shoes and coats that are just thrown our way without a word from us. Just in case you still you think have any power over the real queen/king of the house who’s sleeping on who’s bed tonight? With my sad puppy dog eyes the queen/king has spoken and you will obey now get me a towel and those delicious crackers now or you’ll hear from me…. Ruff.